Chapter 283 Salsa's Secret Evil

• Staring at Salsa with my gloomy eyes I could barely relate with the looks on her face, “You have a confession to make? How do you mean? And has the confession got anything to do with me?” I asked a bit nervous in my tone and yet to believe the reality that was playing before me. What was Salsa saying and what confession was she talking about.
• Her face wasn’t housing any iota of humor and could tell beneath those eyes of hers were bitter truth that she couldn’t condole any more
• It was then I perceived the exudates of alcohol in her breath and she had a bottle of rum in her arm behind. I hadn’t seen Salsa in such mood and I never knew she was an alcoholic. I could attest to it but I was skeptical and anxious to know what she had to confess; and truth be told, one either of us would be hurt tonight and I wondered who it would be.